ARMING POWER TO KILL: The Disease of Death Continues

What can one say about this? Actually, the author Mark Morford, in America, Arms Dealer to the Stars!, says a lot about it:

Despite the bleak economy, despite what you might expect to be a major downturn in such transactions, sales of American-made guns and weapons of mass annihilation worldwide are actually way up. As far as U.S.-made weapons are concerned, it appears to be a boom time for war and death and conflict. Isn’t that fun to swallow with your hopes and dreams for a peaceful and calmly evolving future?

So far ahead in weapons sales to the world are we, it’s not even a contest. We own the game.

According to the nonpartisan Congressional Research Service, while overall weapons sales were indeed down due to global economic blight, sales of U.S. weaponry rose more than 50 percent in a single year, totaling about $37 billion [pales next to the bail-outs, of course, or even Exxon profits], up from $25 billion the year before.

Translation: the U.S. now owns a whopping 68 percent of the arms games worldwide. We’re just like Wal-Mart, if Wal-Mart sold Browning M2s and Stingers and flamethrowers. Isn’t that reassuring?

Wal-Mart is something else, to be sure, beginning with worker degradation and Union hatred.

But the selling of death in weapon-form is an insanity so large we can’t even really process it. At least I can’t. What can this mean? What do these sales amount to? Do they not by definition have to lead to more death? Thinking otherwise would be akin to saying, ‘Yes, drugs are being produced and sold, but they’re not being used.’ Of course a drug dealer from Mexico, Guzman Loera, this year made the list of Fortune’s billionaires (#701—that’s a lot of billionaires, a word unheard of when I was a kid). Frankly (but not completely), I don’t think a drug-dealer is that out of place on the list. He for sure has allies. Who needs college? Painful.

Steve Forbes, editor-in-chief of Forbes, gave this statement in defense of the magazine’s publication:

“…it is deplorable that someone like [Guzman Loera] has a billion dollars.”

He added, however, the magazine itself was simply reporting facts:

“Forbes has listed other criminals from Meyer Lansky (1982) to Pablo Escobar (1987-1993) on our Rich Lists. Don’t shoot the messenger.”

From the Fortune article:

“So is there anywhere one can still make a fortune these days? The 38 newcomers offer a few clues. Among the more notable new billionaires are Mexican Joaquin Guzman Loera, one of the biggest suppliers of cocaine to the U.S.”

I’ll offer a couple of new places: the bail-out billionaires, direct from the tax-payer pocket (or from somewhere), and almost for sure in the coming speculative boom waiting inside the Carbon Tax dynamic. Talk about going green.

I sit in contemplation sometimes, totally overwhelmed by my petty faults. Only reading this stuff makes me believe, you know, I’m a pretty good fella (or stupid fella)—and it’s actually difficult being human. What is the difference between a big drug dealer and a big arms dealer? Both are rich, at the cost of countless innocent lives. Actually, in Forbes and myriad places, both are also celebrated.

And consider, imagine, painfully, for a moment, just how many innocent citizens—men, women, children—will die or be maimed, world-wide, from the barrels and discharges and explosions of the weapons sold last year?

The Mexican President Felipe Calderon actually said that what Fortune did, putting the drug dealer on the list, was virtually a crime in itself:

“Public opinion and now even magazines not only attack and lie about the situation in Mexico, but now also praise criminals. In Mexico, it is considered a crime to praise criminals.”

What a farce. We could stop his riches in minutes, by decriminalizing and regulating these awful drugs—but that would crimp countless other enterprises. We elect, applaud and enrich criminals all the time. How do these people say these things—and get elected? Or is this why they get elected? Or do they actually believe it?

WEAPONS OF CHOICE (like weapons aren’t deplorable—what a sick joke)

I’ll never forget how adamantly and intensely General Roméo Dallaire (from Rwandan infamy, left without back up during the merciless genocide), in an interview I did with him for the short film Hope In The Time of AIDS, stressed that small weapons are tearing apart the world—specifically sub-Saharan Africa. Well, big weapons did a pretty effective job in Gaza, Lebanon, Iraq and elsewhere in the last five years.

Okay, in some perverted way related to human nature, perhaps weapons are also sold to some miniscule degree, perhaps, possibly, maybe?—I don’t know!—to scare so-called enemies into so-called peace.

But the bottom line is so obviously profit, regardless of unstoppable consequences, in a time when profit has morphed into an addiction a trillion(s) times greater and more dangerous than anything cocaine could ever create. The Devil does exist, in countless manifestations. Profit must be our altar, otherwise the selling of death would be illegal, or at least minimized. Cigarette, anyone?

The article is here.

The statistics are here, from the New York Times. I actually didn’t read this article, already too depressed, on a sunny Saturday. Breathe deeply. Life is inconceivably wild and miraculous. Yes, yes, yes…n…yes!

Oh boy. Remember something Beautiful, for She abounds,



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